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Kyrykki is still making his way towards Ald Velothi. Nothing has seemed odd this far. At this rate they will be in the settlement sooner than intended. He hopes it will not cramp Corithalion and Aeden's style.
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To Reylas:

"Sorry, he's busy elsewhere right now, dealing with this latest trouble. And don't worry, its nothing too major. Right now looks like just the one fool, probably some anti-imperial fanatic. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to go back to your work now, no visitors are allowed up here until we're sure there's no more of them. And I'm the only one here anyway, anyone you could possibly want to see is gone right now." Though his weapon remains undrawn at his side, his expression leaves no room for questions.

 

<ooc: No, I haven't forgotten about the rest of you... as soon as I go make a trip to Ald Velothi and get the layout and stuff, I'll post something for you.>

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"As you say. I'm certain the personel officer can't wait to get me back to copying anyway."

 

With a smile, Reylas departs, heading back to the officer as he told the guard. About halfway to his destination, he removes a small ring from his pouches, placing it on his finger. Doubling back, several feet from the corner before the Commander's office he draws his blade as to avoid having to draw it in close quarters. Speakinig a silent, mental incantation, he activates the ring's magic which renders Reylas invisible. He finally turns the corner and moves to the door as stealthilly as possible. Carefully watching where he places his feet to avoid any noise, Reylas manuevers himself behind the guard. Raising Frostbite in a two handed, reverse grip, he plunges it towards the gap between the helm and breastplate, seeking the spine.

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To Reylas:

The guard, completely unaware of your presence, doesn't even move until your blade stabs into his armor. He barely has time to make the beginning of a sceam of pain as the point scrapes along the edge of the armor and into his spine. Instantly dead, he collapses to the floor, making a bit more noise than ideal, but from the lack of response, it seems you were able to make the kill undetected.

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<ooc: Jouko, grow up. If you can't accept bad things happening to your character without taking everyting personally, you shouldn't be doing this.>

 

To Aeden and Corithalion:

At the tower, you find a few merchants set up outside. Apparently, the recent prosperity has been felt even on this far edge of civilization. As for things out of the ordinary, you can see nothing. The few guards walk along their "patrols" with no sign of seriousness or concern, and the few looks directed your way seem to be of innocent curiousity, and none appear to keep their attention on you for more than a few seconds. You spot the Alchemist without trouble, and the sign at his table gives a list of potions and their price. Pretty much any potion and quality you could want is available for sale, at prices that look very reasonable.

 

To All Still Traveling:

The rest of your trip is uneventful, and by mid afternoon you reach the edge of Ald Velothi. For those of you who have not been there recently, the town appears a bit bigger and more active than you remember. But, nothing seems to be unusal, and your arrival in town is met by no real attention.

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Corithalion goes to the merchants, looking through their wares. Along the way, he asks about a friend of his, giving the description of Alenee they got from their employer. "I have a package that I was supposed to give her." He says, pulling the corner of a document out of his robe. "She's long overdue and I am starting to really worry about her. Have you perhaps seen her? She told me she'd be in the area." He asks this of the townspeople and merchants, doing his best to avoid the guards, asking all if there are any small tasks (like the original sweeping of the hall he did) that they need doing. When they get to the alchemist, he turns to Aeden. "I know we were supposed to pick something up here for my good friend Abbas. Can you remember what it was?"
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Reylas, pleased with the results, tries the door. Entering the room, he drags the guard inside the room, trying to mop up the blood with the guard's unsoiled clothing. dragging the corpse inside, Reylas pulls it behind the doorframe. Closing the door, Reylas goes to work on picking the lock on the drawer concealing the log book.
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Aeden nods deferentially to Corithalion.

 

"Yes sir, I believe Abbas requested some potions - for general healing, for the blight and for the curing of disease. He was most insistent that you get that package to his friend and those potions back to to him."

 

Looking to the alchemist, Aeden asks "Maybe you can help us? This gentleman (nodding to Corithalion) needs to get this package to a friend but he can't find her." She gives a quick but thorough description of Alenee. "Honestly, I thought this would be a quick escort job. I'd like to get home to my family. Have you, by chance, seen someone like this?"

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To Aeden and Corithalion:

Your previous efforts have no success, but the alchemist finally responds to your question about a "friend". 'Hm... sounds familiar... I think she was here about a month ago." A look of longing apears on his face, as if rembering old dreams. "Oh, her... how could I forget someone like her? She barely stayed a night, disappointing nearly every male in town.. and half the women it seems! Said something about daedric ruins then left town. Never returned, as far as I know. Now excuse me a moment." The alchemist reaches walks back to a chest and retrieves a few bottles. "As on the list, healing and disease curing. 85 gold for those, and 115 for the cure blight ones. And I've got as many as you can carry, if you've got the gold for them."

 

To Reylas:

Despite your efforts, a few spots of blood remain, but you get most of the evidence out of sight. Against anything but a determined search, your actions would probably remain hidden.

You quickly pick the locks on the desk drawers, apparently they were made more for privacy than for security. In the desk, you find a few personal books... fiction stories, love letters from various women, books of strategy, a personal journal, and the one you are looking for. The commander's official log. Inside you find dull records, campaign reports, resource requests, documentation of orders, all the stuff you would expect to see. But no greater meaning is apparent to you. Unless you were very familiar with military operations, you the records just wouldn't be of much use to you.

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